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It slips through us / a parade of delicate / dead women that carry / the sun in the August sky
— from “End of Summer”
February 1976Coming Down
An individual who experiences regular moments of expanded consciousness also regularly experiences the unhappiness and difficulty of returning to consensus reality.
December 1975Grandmother
The sky and trees, reflected once in the creek, are reflected again in my thoughts. These are not the black trees written on a light gray sky that small black words bring to mind. But, green and living, they stretch to grasp the sun, lobsterlike in living claws.
December 1975Mapping The Inner Regions
As Ring says of his map, it is “not merely an abstract diagram of the geography of consciousness” but refers to the voyage we are all destined to take to the farther regions of inner space. As such, it is a map worth knowing how to read.
December 1975
